#cube wisp

[tekatonic]

a special treat : big MS Paint Guy Collection to end the year !

plus bonus uncompressed ms-paint colored sonic sticker

[mynders-universe]

Got some silly doodles I’ve made of Jasper over the past few weeks. Mostly involving Jasper becoming a parent to just about anything that comes within a ten foot radius of them. Axle doesn’t seem to mind being a big brother at least.

Still trying to figure out how I wanna handle his hood and neck. I’ll get it eventually~

[felikatze]

i do love how silver & blaze just keep showing up together all across random sonic media. by all accounts, their first meeting after 06 was (checks notes) sonic colors ds (the superior colors version) so they just happened to meet at an amusement park and stayed friends since

rlly feels like. friends of circumstance? they wont seek each other out but when both of them meet as part of sonic shenanigans (or just to play hockey) they both have that "yoooo it's you! how have you been!" moment and hit it off again instantly

maybe there's also solidarity in it. neither of them usually spends time in this time/dimension so they have an equal chance to have no clue what the fuck is going on

[stephensharpe]

Just some “really good friends”

[sapphanimates]

Zeti

Wisps!

[verocitea]

What is your favorite Sonic wisp? Can you show it to me in a drawing?

They are just built silly, idk what to tell you

[wispisstillverybored67]

I love how, since Cube's route is battle-less, his "battle theme" against OD-10, herself considered one of the most unnerving foes in the game, has an equally creepy track (Unseen Syndrome) to set the match.

[star-critter]

MONDAY 7 : COMPANION (IRL FRIEND)

>Pre-betrayal Mimic & Blue hours<

[bed-buggier]

do you guys think artists in Sonic's world draw furry art but instead of bipedal animal people its Chao and Wisps

[gtgbabie0]

{Vi gives you some loving during your period}

I rambled a little, oh well, she’s so girlfriend.

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Vi ran naturally warm, like your own personal heated blanket kinda warm. It was absolute hell during the summer and a godsend during winter— and whenever your period made an unwelcome appearance and those cramps were making you want to curl up and die, god her warm palms… heaven.

She didn’t have any complaints, duh, any excuse to wrap her arms around you— not that she needed one mind you. Besides she loved to pamper you, spoil you goddam rotten.

It’s why when you woke up this morning to the humiliation of blood on the bedsheets she was immediately rubbing your back, sleepy eyes and gruff tone whispering a gentle— “Baby, s’alright, Don’t stress. I’ll go run you a bath, it’s fine.” not a breath of complaint or a sigh of irritation.

She had even popped down to the shop to get you more pads and painkillers whilst you bathed, Vi would call it ‘girlfriend duties’ when she got back before you could do something silly like apologise more than you already have. She loved any chance she got to dote on you, hence why she called in ‘sick’ at the garage, which honestly wasn’t that big of a deal since Vander owned the shop— besides it was a Sunday, Sundays were always quiet. The old man could take of the garage for one day.

The scent of fresh bedding and your favourite candle wisps through the room, face smushed into Vi’s pillow as you bring your knees to your chest— your girlfriend had untangled herself from you because you needed more water and a painkiller, she was taking years— okay slight over exaggeration but still!

“Viii!— Viiiiiolet!— hurry back,” you shout out, voice strained and desperate, muffled into her pillow. You were going through the wringer, your abdomen was twisting up in knots and you needed her soothing palms back on your tummy asap.

“Yeah, m’coming baby… I’m coming.” You could hear the smirk in her tone, could practically see it and low and behold there it was— the corner of her heart-shaped lips tugged up as she walks through the door, closing it shut with her hip.

Your water bottle hooked over her index finger, bowl of chopped-up berries and chocolate— because she isn’t stupid— resting in the palm of her hand and a packet of painkillers in the other. “Oh, thank you.” You whisper, pleasantly surprised by the treat she had made— that’s why she was taking so long. You push yourself to sit up against the headboard, pillow behind your back, head tilted up at her with a loving smile, whipped.“Course gorgeous, no problem.” she replies, the ice cubes in your bottle clanging around as she plops herself down beside you.

Your eyes zero in on the bowl, your favourites, oh she really does spoil you. “Ah— painkillers first.” She chides playfully, pulling the bowl back before your hands could grab it.

“Yeah, yeah,” the words come out a sigh, reluctantly taking the medicine with a mouthful of cold water— her fingertips grazing along your cheek as she tucks a stray curl of your hair behind your ear then handing you the bowl.

Without even hesitating you were shuffling to curl up against her, right in between her legs. Vi instantly makes space for you— already excepting it, toned arms wrapping around your waist, hands pushing beneath your shirt and interlacing over your lower abdomen to soothe those horrid cramps of yours.

God did it feel good, really good. The warmth of her rough palms against the bare skin of your tummy, the slight pressure she applies which practically melts away the discomfort that seized you. Vi couldn’t help but chuckle when you lean back against her chest with a low, content hum.

“Yeah, s’that better baby?” She whispers, brushing her lips against your shoulder as you pop a strawberry into your mouth.

You nod, “Mhm, much better.” Pinching another berry in between your fingers, pressing it against Vi’s lips— a token of appreciation which she gladly accepts.

“What episode are we on now?” Her eyes flicker to the TV, watching the credits play— some random show you’ve gotten her absolutely hooked on.

“Seven, just after what’s his name got shot.” You reply, she chuckles against your shoulder, recalling how surprised you both were when it happened— right after you had a lengthy conversation about how he wouldn’t die, how wrong you both were.

The afternoon was spent in bed, perhaps not the most productive day but it didn’t matter. Not when she leaves fluttery kisses to your cheeks and jaw— her big hand splayed across your tummy, slowly massaging your cramps away, your fingers grazing along the freshly shaved side of her head, that she got you to do last night, it felt good to touch. Vi could feel you getting heavy against her as your eyes began to droop “You falling asleep on me pretty girl?” she whispers softly, thumb caressing over your warm cheek.

“Mhm, sorry.” You were practically already half asleep, words slurred slightly. Vi chuckles, pressing her lips to the top of your head with a hushed. “It's alright baby,” and soon enough you were gone, head tucked beneath her chin, halfway through a really good episode which she turns off, switching it to some random movie, because she didn’t want to watch it without you.

“Sweet dreams, sleepy girl,” she murmurs gently, amused by just how fast you could doze off— you’d sleep anywhere if it was comfortable enough. Vi would let you nap for a while, slipping away to make a start on dinner before waking you up with gentle kisses and whispered sweet nothings to spend the rest of the evening cuddled up with you.

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[son1c]

amy and knuckles from my original shatterspace! they're from the lava half, "heatwave hearth."

in this universe, ardent embodies amy's passion and burning anger! she's a real feisty gal. (and she REALLY hates that she keeps losing in the wisp races to alabaster.) blister, on the other hand, is pretty level-headed. he takes his responsibilities to the hearth seriously, and is more "rock" than lava, if we're still thinking in terms of a volcano.

their wisps are blue cube and black bomb, respectively. ardent's cube wisp is named piko piko, and when combined with her wispon, it becomes a hammer! blister's bomb wisp originally didn't have a name, but ardent convinced him to give it a name after much pestering. at her suggestion, its name is bom bom lol.

oh, and one more thing about the world! it's not split in half for no reason. in this timeline, the unleashed event still happened. however, it wasn't because of eggman waking up dark gaia early (since eggman doesn't exist in this world). it was simply Time for it to happen. so it did. and now, the planet is fragmented. it's a good thing everyone has a wisp to help them get around, huh?

[wispisstillverybored67]

dunno if this has been done yet or not, but--

[lupikekee]

Boothill x fem!reader

Warm golden rays peaks out from behind the curtains, birds chirped and sang, the windy air caused trees to howl throughout the early sunrise, causing Boothill to stir subtlety. He tries to blink out his drowsiness once, twice, thrice. The cold air nipping at his body, making him acutely aware of your absence in bed. Without you, the shared bedroom felt more like a ghost town— well, room.

He rises from his spot, despite his body being metallic, he still manages to stretch his arms out and let the tension wisp away out of his body from the various sleeping position for the whole night, causing relief to wash over his body. He lets out a yawn as he regains his consciousness, he looked back to the now empty bad and notes to search around your shared house to look for what you might've been up to this morning.

He peaks in to the kitchen, you're not there. But there seems to be breakfast prepared. Grits, biscuits and sausage. Though he's told you time and time again that he doesn't require human food, you still insist that you cook for him. When he did eventually admit defeat, he couldn't deny that your smile had made his mechanical heart pump faster. Causing his system to heat up and the loud sounds of fans blasted through. What came after? The sweet melody of your laughter, your pretty lashes fluttering and your smile exposed your pearly whites to the reaction of his system, realising that was his indication that he was blushing. Boothill thinks that your joy is the most beautiful expression that you can grace him with.

He smiles at the memory before continuing his search for you. He peaks at the living room, no sign of you. The toilet being the same. He then decides to check outside and finally catches you in his sight. With the golden rays casted over your figure, you looked enchanting. The field of crops surrounding your shared home, the single strand of wheat just barely hanging off the corner of your lips with you wearing your cowboy hat.

Boothill unconsciously grinned at the sight of you, then noticing that you were looking down at your shotgun, cleaning the hole with a cloth. He continues to admire you from afar until you noticed him standing in the doorway like an idiot. Your beautiful smile graces your lips at the sight of your husband gazing at you fondly.

You saunter over to him and cup his left cheek in your palm. "G'morning sunflower." You give him a peck on his lips. "How long have you been standing here like a stalker, darl?" You laugh, his face heats up as what you said was true. "Just wanted to see ya, sugar cube." He playfully pouted with his arms crossed. "And if I'm a sunflower, I'd say that you're a cruel woman, neglecting me of my needs." You giggle.

"And why's that?"

"Well, sunflowers face the sun ain't they?"

"Yeah? How's that related to us?"

"You are my sun, sugar cube."

Your eyes soften as you gaze up at him, his target shaped iris gazing back into yours. his hands placed over yours that was placed under his cheek. He flutters his eyes close and leans into your touch. Your vision slowly blurs with tears that eventually stream down from your lashes to your cheeks. You were truly moved.

Nobody has ever put as much effort as he does to make you feel like you're the woman in the world for him. Even throughout the choices of women in the entire galaxy, he chose you, he chose to settle down with you. You were his as much as he was yours and he has never let you spend a day thinking the opposite. You were his as much as he was yours.

"Boothill..."

" A'm 'ere, pretty." He muttered. Moving a strand of your hair that was blocking a small part of your face. It was clear that you were both as lovestruck as the day you got married all those years ago. He kisses the top of your head as if to seal an unspoken promise, a contract that'll last forever.

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

💎 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Silvercloud Bomb
Wondrous item, rare ___ This egg-shaped silver bomb is covered with dragon scales and encircled with a draconic sculpture. A thin wisp of mist streams from the top. You can use an action to throw the bomb at a point that you can see within 30 feet of you. The bomb erupts on impact, releasing a cloud of silvery mist in a 60-foot-radius sphere centered on that point. When this happens, choose 1d6 + 10 10-foot cubes of unoccupied mist within the area, which must be contiguous. Each cube of mist congeals into a solid object with 15 AC and 50 hit points. A misty cube remains for 24 hours, until it’s reduced to 0 hit points, or until a wind of moderate or greater speed (at least 10 miles per hour) disperses it. The cubes remain fixed in place for the duration and are slightly pliable, allowing them to be easily climbed. If a creature would be surrounded on all sides by the cubes (or the cubes and another solid surface), that creature can make a DC 15 Dexterity saving throw. On a success, the creature can use its reaction to move up to its speed so that it’s no longer enclosed. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

[stephensharpe]

Just about managed to squeeze everyone in.

[madschiavelique]

hii my love! would u mind doing a little blurb on miguel finding out the woman he has been seeing is a stripper? she just feels so embarrassed to admit that and scared It would drive him away but instead he’s pretty much more open about it and become far too protective too. thank you:))

OMG ANON YOU DON'T KNOW HOW OUR BRAINS CONNECTED because listen : i have an au in mind where my spiderpersona is a succub in a strip club, and basically when Miguel is brought there by his friends, they meet

SO YEA i'm living for stripper!reader x miguel (also this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away fdkzefrgd - the club scene from Closer really inspired me for this)... now i want to make a multiple chapter fic on stripper!reader x miguel hELP

summary : miguel discovers you're a stripper

content warnings : NSFW, stripper!reader, reader gives a little private show to miguel (just removes the top though, doesn't reveal the cunt), fem!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 2k song mentionned : world outside - the devlins

tag list : @fandom-ash

Up until now, you had decided to keep your professional occupation to Miguel, for one simple reason: fear.

Fear filled your stomach at the thought of telling him you were a stripper. You and Miguel had been dating for some time, and had quickly become close. The bond was shaping up to be strong, and you were worried that the information about your job would ruin everything.

He'd already asked you a few times what you were doing, but you'd always managed to deflect the subject elegantly. Yet there's no stopping Miguel's determination and curiosity, least of all when the topic of conversation turns out to be you.

So he did something he wasn't particularly proud of, but couldn't resist: while you were out working, he asked Lyla where you were.

She'd given him an address, and some information about it...

"A club?" he'd asked, looking at the street information for the address. "A strip club," Lyla had corrected. "There's no mistake? Are you sure?" he'd questioned, taking a closer look at the establishment's hours and information. "Have you ever seen me calculate a lot of errors?" sighed the artificial intelligence.

Never. Hardly ever had he seen her fail in this area. Maybe you weren't really a dancer there, maybe you were a bartender, or a waitress, who knows. Only, the idea of seeing you wearing a fine outfit and swaying on a stage was strangely appealing to him.

Without missing a beat, he made his way to the address. It wasn't far, which surprised him as much as it reassured him. The very idea that your place of work wasn't far from home appealed to him, as it ensured that if you ever needed to be picked up for any reason, he'd be there.

He arrived at the entrance, breathing in, passed the bouncers who joked that with his build he could get into the business, and entered.

Blue light from two corner spotlights illuminated red velvet-covered staircases leading downwards. He moved forward, the mirrored walls reflecting him. The room's bass could already be heard from outside, but now he could hear the music more clearly.

You light up my dreams, light up my skin. You're so far away, you're holding it in.

The place was quite crowded, and Miguel noticed a fair number of men in suits and ties. He wouldn't have cared in any other context about the consumption habits of these men here, but suddenly the very idea that there were potentially regulars coming to see you displeased him enormously.

As for the place, it smelled of violets and lemongrass. The ceiling was high, revealing a second floor from which hung three chandeliers surrounded by red cubes.

Spotlights were placed here and there, illuminating the important places: the round tables, like the one next to Miguel on which two women on their knees were swaying, undressing each other under the watchful eyes of all the men around the table; the U-shaped bar, from either end of which women were dancing in wisps of sinuous white smoke; and pole-dancing pedestals on their red-lit floor that emphasized the curves of the dancers placed on them.

And he recognized one of the dancers: it was you.

It was an evening like any other, your garter belt was already generously stuffed with bills of various colors against your thigh and you'd already put on a private show. You were on the pole bar, dancing and undulating your body against it under the round, adoring eyes of your little audience.

You'd been in the business for a while now, and you'd managed to make more friends than enemies in the club, enough so that your colleagues became your buddies.

In fact, your friend right next to you softly called your name, and you turned to her as you danced.

"Did you see the one that just came in? He's huge," she pointed out, smiling at the customers around you. "And pretty good looking too."

As you continued your endless choreography, you glanced surreptitiously at the said customer. But your heart dropped into your stomach for a moment as you met Miguel's gaze.

You hesitated between freezing on the spot and running away, but instead tried to keep your cool and your professionalism and continue your dance until he arrived near the pedestal.

"This one," you pointed out to your friend, "is for me."

She gave a little laugh as you motioned for another dancer to take your place and gracefully stepped off your pedestal, advancing towards Miguel as you would a normal customer

"So this was where you were hiding?" asked Miguel a little above the music, tilting his head to the side as he looked you up and down.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, as inquisitive as you were nervous.

"Curiosity got the better of me, and I was right to give in to temptation."

He was watching your outfit, which emphasized your body, your curves highlighted by the glitter and rhinestones mixed with the laces. You were close to him, almost to the point where a simple movement on Miguel's part would allow your two bodies to meet.

"But I'd prefer to discuss this somewhere else...?" he says.

"I'm in the middle of working hours, but... how about a private show?" you offered, drawing even closer to him as your eyes seemed to him irresistible through your lashes.

He shuddered.

"I'd like that."

You smiled softly, taking his hand to guide him towards one of the Paradise Suites. You guided him a little further until you came to a door you knew well and opened it to let him in.

A round sofa circled a round table at its center, the latter illuminated in pink. A strip of light circled the sofa, another path laid out to encourage strippers to be creative and use the room as they saw fit. You weren't expecting to give Miguel a private show tonight, but fate had played a nice trick on you.

You guided him to the sofa, letting him settle there as you climbed up on the table, looking at him with eyes that were usually calculated to convey desire, but this time really felt it.

And he looked at you with, his were dark, pools of ink attentive to your every move.

"How long have you been doing this?" he'd ask, his attention unwavering.

"Five months," you toyed lightly with one of your shoulder straps as you let your other hand roam your body.

He was going to be able to ask you all the questions that came to mind, only if he didn't get too distracted by your beauty.

"Are you allowed to flirt?" he asked.

"Yes, I am." you replied, letting your hand slide down your chest.

"Do you have any regulars?" he leaned forward, his head tilted back to watch you dance.

"Yes, I do. Private clients as well." you turned, your back to him to loosen your corset behind your waist, undulating your body.

The idea that you had regular clients here wasn't disturbing, but the fact that you had private ones displeased him a little more, for the fact that your security was much less framed than it was here.

"I want names."

You let out a small laugh as you turned to face him again.

"You want to make me lose my job?" you knelt on the round table to get to his level.

"No, I want to replace them." he said, his eyes moving from yours to your fingers removing the first strap.

"I'm not allowed to have relationships outside of the club with clients," you countered, tracing the skin of your bare thigh sensually.

"And what do you usually do?" his chest puffed out as he inhaled, feeling a little hotter little by little.

"I dance, I talk, I laugh, I strip, and that is all." you confirmed as you removed the second strap, and with a simple movement unhooked the little clip between your breasts to reveal them.

His eyes were eager, watching your perfect breasts as he parted his lips, mouth agape.

"No touching?" he questioned, eyes still on your body.

"No touching, you can just slide the tips in the garter belt" you advised, your hand sliding against the latter where a few bills were lodged.

"What would happen if I touched you now?" he asked, moving a little closer to the edge of the sofa.

"I would like it," you said, shifting your legs over the front to stand up again on the table gently, "but the security cameras would notice, and probably get you out of here."

Miguel looked up, just above the table, on the ceiling, was a small half globe with a small point of red light.

"Pays well?

"Very well." you smiled, your hands playing dangerously with the string of your thong.

"How much will it cost me to be here with you?"

Miguel wasn't afraid of going broke here, especially for you, he was plenty rich enough for that.

"Depends on what you want." thinking that maybe Miguel didn't want to make you work right now, you got off the table and climbed onto the sofa and then its edge instead, sitting there.

"How high are the prices? I haven't seen the menu of services."

"Our VIP options can go up to 1500 dollars." you say wearily, pretending to walk your index and middle fingers in his direction on the strip of light.

"1500?" he almost exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.

"Mhm," you hummed, "two hours with two dancers and a bottle of Don Perignon."

He turned towards you, coming closer, his head level with your thigh as his eyes inevitably fell on the bills you'd been given.

"And what's the price if I only want you and nothing else with me?" he questioned as his gaze returned to yours.

"Here, from 80 dollars I can give you a 10-minute air dance." you said as you leaned towards him, your faces close but not yet touching. "Outside, nothing."

A small, proud smile appeared on his lips. However, you being far too hot and gorgeous, he was beginning to feel tight in his clothes, especially his pants.

"What time do you get off?" he asked, sitting up differently, your eyes falling on his crotch and smiling as you bit your lip.

"Five o'clock. Will you last until then?"

He sighed, his eyes falling on your lips, eager.

"I just don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands to myself."

You smiled, then straightened up, reaching for your top. But Miguel took his wallet out of his pocket and slipped a bill under your garter belt. To be deprived of a view like this? Never. You smile a little more, and sit back down on the table, kneeling upright to let him get a good look at you.

He leaned towards you again, intertwining his fingers as his gaze softened slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

You sighed, biting your cheek as you looked down at your hands carefully placed in your lap.

"I was scared," you admitted with a sigh. "Scared that this would end what we have."

You knew that not all men or simply partners were comfortable with their halves being strippers, and the idea that Miguel shared that opinion terrified you.

"Nena," he called your nickname.

Your head was still down, and you felt the soft sensation of money paper under your chin. Miguel straightened your jaw with a bill, bringing his eyes to yours.

"This isn't a problem to me." he smiled, lowering his hand to place the bill under the elastic of your belt. "This is actually really good."

Confusion seized you along with relief, causing you to frown while sporting a grin.

"Why?"

He tilted his head to one side, smiling proudly.

"I get the satisfaction for everyone to see how gorgeous you are, while being the only one who has the right to touch you."

You let out a small burst of voice somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, the relief of his answer washing over you like a wave of comfort.

After that, he'd deserved more than just a show.